Message-ID: <13223eli$9807211526@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Realms Phantasy: Games Within Games (f/f, m/f, nc) (3/3) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998072103380200.XAA22064@ladder01.news.aol.com> Realms Phantasy: Games Within Games by PJ Chapter 3 Night lay over the smoldering ruins of Dathorgrove like a warm blanket. Alfred Mortis crouched at the mouth of an empty alley, cloaked under a spell of Invisibility. He held his iron battle staff in both hands, the weapon throbbing with the contained power of the lesser god Iyachtu Xvim. Alfred could just barely sense the presence of Good beings nearby, which had prompted him to warn his shaky ally Rhant and to prepare an ambush on the western side of the destroyed village, where the carnage was greatest. Hours had passed, but still the heroes had not appeared. Alfred began to daydream, his mind reveling in thoughts of domination and limitless power, the power of being the greatest mage on Faerun. Xvim had promised him greatness if he only obeyed the dread god's commands and collected the women who held the divine power of Mystra, goddess of Magic. Alfred was so caught up in his fantasies of power that he failed to see the billowing patch of darkness that descended from the sky and alighted on a roof across the street from his position. A brief flash of fire broke Alfred from his revelry just before the Fireball exploded around him. Alfred screamed as the flames licked his pale flesh. He was hurled back into the recesses of the alley, his black robes and cloak smoking. The necromancer staggered to his knees, holding onto his staff for support. He invoked one of the staff's powers, healing the painful burns upon his body. Another flash of light heralded the approach of a flaming sphere, the ball of crackling fire rolling down the alley towards the mage. Alfred jumped to the right hand side of the alley, pressing his back against the hard wooden wall. The rolling sphere sizzled past Alfred, its heat making him grimace. Alfred peered towards the mouth of the alley, trying to spot his attacker. He found a human form draped in a flowing black cloak kneeling at the edge of a roof across from him. The human made a quick hand gesture, creating two green glowing darts that hurled directly towards Alfred. The necromancer stumbled back, vainly trying to dodge the Magic Missiles before they struck. The magical darts slammed into Alfred's thin chest, sending spears of agony into his elderly body. Alfred doubled over in pain, his breath rasping in burning lungs. Glaring with hate, Alfred withdrew a ball of bat guano from a belt pouch and hissed the words to Fireball. He threw the ball at the stranger, watching in smug satisfaction as the ball ignited into a brief spark that blossomed into a huge sphere of flame around the top of the opposing building. The air roared with the explosion of the Fireball, the entire upper two floors of the targeted building shattering into all directions. The glare of the explosion prevented Alfred from witnessing his foe's death, but did nothing to reduce the necromancer's pleasure. Alfred clutched the two scorch marks on his chest, cursing the limitations of his staff that prevented him from invoking its healing powers a second time. The necromancer shambled back to the mouth of the alley, the flames of the nearby building slowly dying as they ran out of material to burn. "Sloppy, necromancer," observed a beautiful woman dressed in a black silk dress, a bright red sash around her shapely hips. She aimed an ivory wand at Alfred, snapping out a single command word. The wand spat out three Magic Missiles that impaled the stunned mage in the belly. Alfred drooled blood as he fell limply to the street, his torso smoking from the blasts. "What the hell?" shouted Rhant as he ran up to where Alfred lay. "Another one?" sighed the woman before she prepared to cast a spell. "Hey! Whoa! Wait!" exclaimed Rhant fearfully, raising his hands in surrender. "Are you not this necromancer's apprentice?" inquired the woman. "He taught me a few spells, but that's it, babe!" "Why should I spare you?" "Uh, I know stuff. There's some heroes coming, the old man and I were setting a trap for them. You could take them out instead and claim their loot!" "Ah, so that's why Vana's so late. Probably playing with them," muttered the red-maned woman as she knelt next to Alfred's body. "Help yourself," whined Rhant disapprovingly. "Not as good as the Magick Staff, but it'll do," smiled the sorceress, Alfred's black iron staff held covetously in both hands. "Uh, since we're buddies and all, what's your name?" "Ravena..Ravena Nightmane," declared the sorceress proudly. Jiri groaned softly, her entire naked body aching dully. She was tied to a tree, her arms wrapped around its trunk and bound at the wrists with leather cord. A second cord wrapped around her waist, pinning her against the rough bark. Jiri pressed her right cheek lightly against the tree's skin, dreading the horrors to come. "Loviatar, my dread goddess, accept the worship of this unworthy slave. Let this girl's cries of pain bring you joy and grant me a place one day at your side," chanted Vana Lasher from nearby, her gloved hands clasped in prayer. The lich Azimer reclined against another tree, his arms folded against his restored chest. Vana licked her red painted lips in anticipation as she uncoiled her barbed whip. Without warning she snapped it across Jiri's bare back, cutting a bloody rent diagonally across her pale white skin. Jiri cried out in pain, her hands struggling in their tight bonds. Vana whipped the naked girl over and over, until Jiri's back was a mess of blood and torn flesh. Jiri hung limply in her leather bonds, the cord around her waist the only thing keeping her upright. Vana purred when she lashed Jiri's left buttock, adorning it with a red slash mark. Jiri moaned softly, her throat raw from screaming. Vana whipped Jiri's smooth ass several times, covering it with agonizing slashes. Azimer watched in approval, his eyes burning with bloodlust as he watched the naked girl bleed against the tree she was bound upon. Vana returned her whip to her belt, walking up to the groaning young woman. She yanked back Jiri's head by her waist length red hair, kissing the pain-wracked girl ravenously on the mouth. The evil cleric sucked on Jiri's sweet lower lip before ending the embrace. Vana removed a leather strip from her pouch, positioning it across Jiri's face. Jiri's eyes widened when she saw the long, sharp nail fastened to the middle of the mouth gag. "No, please," begged Jiri, her lips trembling with fear. "Accept the Kiss of Loviatar," replied Vana before she pressed the nail into Jiri's mouth. The half-elf girl's screams were muffled by the gag that Vana fastened around her victim's head. The nail pierced Jiri's tongue and rammed itself deeply into her lower jaw. Fresh tears spilled from Jiri's eyes as blood dripped under the gag and down her chin. Vana rubbed her nose against Jiri's neck, her right hand sliding down the girl's skin-torn back. The priestess licked Jiri's warm blood from her fingers, then placed her hand over Jiri's slashed ass. She slid her fingers into Jiri's crack, rubbing up and down the naked girl's pussy and anus. Jiri moaned softly, her eyes closed against the pain washing across her back and mouth. Vana removed a crotch harness from her pouch, fastening the device around her hips. She fondled the large dildo thrusting out from the harness, then she started rubbing it between Jiri's buttocks. Jiri entwined her fingers together, preparing herself for fresh agony. Vana shoved the dildo into Jiri's pussy with a strong thrust of her hips. Jiri groaned as Vana pumped in and out of her cunt, the dildo sliding deeply into her vagina. Jiri's bloody buttocks rocked up and down with each violent thrust of Vana's crotch. Vana grasped two handfuls of Jiri's thick red hair, using them as reins while she fucked the naked girl's tight slit. Jiri's breasts pressed against the hard bark of the tree she was bound to, the soft flesh rubbed raw by the tree's tough skin. Vana panted with exertion, her eyes wild with lust. She slapped more violently into Jiri's pussy, her own cunt dripping with sticky honey. As she felt an orgasm approaching, Vana unsheathed a dagger from her belt. She held the edge of the blade against Jiri's vulnerable throat, her cunt throbbing on the edge of ecstasy. When hot cum gushed from Vana's pussy, she slashed Jiri's throat, panting deeply as she felt the girl's life drain away with her gushing blood. "Very nice," clapped Azimer while Vana stumbled away from Jiri's bound corpse. Vana bent over, supporting herself with hands on knees, gasping for breath after her catharsis of lust. "Time..to..get moving," panted Vana, straightening up before she removed the dildo harness from her hips. "Indeed. We have wasted too much time already," remarked Azimer, leaving the clearing to recover his black charger that grazed nearby. Jana finished buckling the last clasp of her leather armor, checked to make sure her weapons were secure, then stood up to begin her pursuit. She tied her auburn hair into a ponytail, then sprinted through the trees nearly without sound. She returned to the clearing where Vana and her male companion had captured Jiri, but nothing remained except the embers of a dying campfire. Jana re-gathered the rest of her gear as well as Jiri's. She searched the clearing thoroughly, finally discovering a trail leading south. She followed the trail cautiously, eventually entering a second clearing within the trees. Jiri's dead body drew Jana's eyes, the rogue girl whimpered softly when she beheld her mutilated friend. Jana moved to Jiri's side, closing the dead girl's wide eyes. She untied Jiri's body, laying it gently upon the blood-drenched grass. "I'm sorry," whispered Jana, hot tears sliding down her pale cheeks. She covered Jiri with a spare blanket from her pack. Jana stood up slowly, tears of loss drying to be replaced with burning, rage filled eyes. The next morning was bright and warm, the sky a deep azure canopy. Ravena sat loosely in a chair, feet placed over a nearby table as she watched Rhant fuck Debra across the room. Rhant held the naked girl's legs up in the air as he shoved himself into her raw pussy. Ravena took another sip from her mug of ale, enjoying the spectacle immensely. Alfred's staff lay nearby, the weapon glowing with a soft green light as it too enjoyed Debra's shame and degradation. Rhant climaxed inside Debra's warm belly, then cleaned the tip of his member against her pink orifice. While Rhant straightened his black robe, Ravena's black iron staff began to glow brighter, filling the tavern common room with an intense jade light. "Why is it doing that?" asked Rhant, shielding his eyes with his right arm. "The Detect Good spell senses someone, my quarry, approaching," smiled Ravena before draining her mug, discarding the vessel for the intensely glowing staff. "Damn, I was going to kill the bitch today," frowned Rhant, eyeing Debra who cowered at the far corner of the table she lay upon. "Kill her later, we have to meet our guests," replied Ravena as she disappeared out the door. "Watch her," ordered Rhant hastily before he ran after Ravena. Debra took her thin torn shift from a nearby chair, sliding it over her bruised body. She shook out her blue hair, tucking it away from her pointed ears. Debra glanced at the zombie who guarded her, the dead elf woman staring at her intently. Debra thought for several moments, replaying what Rhant said again and again. Tentatively, Debra slid off the table, walking towards the open doorway. When the zombie failed to react beyond continuing to watch her, Debra smiled before shooting out through the door as fast as her slim legs could propel her. "Well met, sister," smiled Ravena when she spotted Vana Lasher and Azimer from the edge of town. "Reunited at last," grinned Vana, leaping off of the lich's black charger to hug the fiery- maned sorceress. "Ah, here is the young man who freed me from my prison and granted me a portion of his life," said Azimer, dismounting gracefully from his stoic horse. "Do I know you?" inquired Rhant with a confused frown. "Yes. Remember, the mines?" provided Azimer as he walked towards the young mage. "What? The lich!" hissed Rhant, his eyes widening in realization. "And now I finish taking what is mine," growled Azimer, grasping Rhant's chest with his right hand. "No!" screamed Rhant, his body shuddering from the lich's life draining touch. The obsidian ring on Azimer's finger pulsed with unholy power, drawing the young man's essence into the lich's corrupt frame. "Yesss," hissed Azimer, his magically restored features contorted with obscene ecstasy. Rhant pushed futilely on Azimer's deceptively thin arm, then struggled for the short sword belted at his waist. Drawing the weapon swiftly, Rhant plunged the sword into Azimer's chest. Azimer roared in agony, the blade flaring with blood-red radiance. "Die, bastard!" spat Rhant, twisting the sword within the lich's torso. Azimer clawed the blade impaled within his chest, his arms growing weak with approaching death. "I..will..not die..alone," gasped Azimer, withdrawing a black pearl from a belt pouch. "Stop him!" shouted Ravena, recognizing the spell component. Azimer crushed the black pearl in his hand, using the last of his magic to cast the awful spell. A cloud of glowing purple vapor exploded from the pearl, expanding out to fill the street. Rhant staggered away from Azimer, freed from the now dead lich's grasp. He covered his mouth with both hands, his eyes becoming large with astonishment. Purple vapor collected around Rhant, smothering him with deadly magic. The dying mage reached out to the two women with his right hand, his flesh becoming dry and wrinkled. Rhant fell to the street, his body now a withered husk, his eyes nothing but empty sockets. "Vana!" shouted Ravena as the purple vapor overcame her. "Ravena, no!" replied Vana, watching helplessly while Ravena was slain by the enchanted vapor the same way as Rhant. Vana backed away from the glowing cloud as it slowly broke apart. She stared at the corpse of her companion Ravena, the once beautiful wizard nothing more than a dry husk over bones. Consumed with loss, Vana was oblivious to anything else until Jana stabbed her in the back with her silver short sword. Vana screeched in agony, wrenching herself forward away from the impaling blade. Jana held onto her sword as Vana pulled away, then she charged the evil cleric. Vana drew her dagger, slicing it in a wide arc. The glistening steel cut Jana's right leather sleeve, biting lightly into her flesh. Jana glanced at the burning wound, recognizing the dread sensation of poison flowing into her bloodstream. "I won't let you win this time, Moonbeam! I'll see you rot first!" spat Vana, drool leaking out of her mouth. The two young women circled each other, gaging each other's defenses. Snake swift, Vana uncoiled her whip, lashing out with a loud snap. The barbs bit into Jana's right arm, making her sword hand numb with pain. Jana dropped her sword into her left hand, thrusting outwards with it. Vana screamed when the cold steel slid into her stomach. The cleric tried to cast a spell, but lost the magic when Jana twisted the blade inside her. Jana's vision blurred, the poison in her blood making its way to her heart. "The poison is doing its work well," giggled Vana, blood sliding from her lips. "We go to Hell together!" Vana slowly released hold of her whip, falling to her knees, then collapsing onto her back. Jana untangled herself from the barbed weapon, tripping onto her buttocks. Sweat gathered on the rogue's brow, her breathing became labored and weak. Jana fell backwards, arms outstretched limply. "So this is death," observed Jana, smiling wanly as the darkness consumed the sun and sky. Debra was standing over Jana when the rogue awoke. The lovely thief sat up, then glanced at her right arm, which had a bandage wrapped around it. "How?" stammered Jana, amazed to be alive. "I found a jar of ointment in your gear. I used some on your arm wounds, then I wrapped a bandage over them all," replied Debra proudly. "Jiri's ointment," murmured Jana, remembering when Jiri had went shopping for healing magic. "Are you okay?" inquired Debra. "Yes, I am," smiled Jana, allowing the elf girl to help her to her feet. She looked at all the dead bodies around her, then turned to regard the elf waiting expectantly. "Let's find you a new home," suggested Jana. "Thank you!" grinned Debra, hugging the thief happily around the waist. End Program. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----